We walked the narrow trodden track beside high yellowing grasses. Graceful she-oaks whispered in the breeze and, as the heat mounted, the lemon scented gums released their fragrance. Each cleansing breathe of it chased out my lingering unease.
Just over the ridge the land fell steeply down into a boggy, reed filled marsh. We could go no further.
Standing there we talked of the sweetness of being away from traffic and of seeing a wider view with not a house in sight. Our voices disturbed a hawk. It flew out a tree just to our left then circled higher and higher above our heads. Spellbound, we watched.
Flight of the hawk
lifts me out of myself
-my heart lightens.